PROVING IT
By Tcheser
"Men only like you because of the way you look," Lilly accused her friend and rival Genevieve as they rode home from work on the subway as they did almost every evening.
"That's not true!" the glamorously dressed and perfectly coiffed Genevieve shot back as she snapped her compact shut. "Men like me just as much for my charming personality and insightful mind."
"Yeah, sure they do," Lilly replied sarcastically and pointed at a couple of guys near the door who were staring lustfully at Genevieve "And I bet those guys want to hear your opinions on global warming," she snickered.
"I'm sure they would, I'm constantly being told how insightful my opinions are," Genevieve replied defensively.
"Yeah, they probably would, but only to get close to you because of the way you look. If you weren't so damn hot they wouldn't give you the time of day."
"That's a horrible thing to say," Genevieve told Lilly.
"But its true," Lilly argued.
"It is not." Genevieve argued back.
"Yes, it is," Lilly countered.
"Well it doesn't matter. It's not like there's anyway to prove it," Genevieve decided to just end the argument.
"Actually there is," Lilly chimed in brightly just as the train stopped at their station and the bell notified everyone that the doors were opening. "C'mon," she urged pulling Genevieve out of her seat and off the train with her.
Monday, December 30, 2013
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Monday, December 23, 2013
Story: Asking For It
ASKING FOR IT
By Tcheser
It was a fine Augusta morning and the fairways looked breathtaking. Jim took a moment to suck it all in. He loved playing golf. It was his one passion. Sure his handicap hadn’t improved in years, but he was still one of his clubs best and he was fine with where he was. He didn’t play to be the best. He played for pure love of the game.
He was just readying to tee off when someone yelled into his backswing forcing him to hook his drive severely. The golf ball landed in the woods fifty yards to his right. Turning in irritation he was ready to pop the dumb bloke who had done that. He paused though when he saw who it was.
It was Angelina March. The best female golfer in the club and its newest member. She was wealthy from inherited and married money and used her free time it seemed to golf and grind her opponents into the dirt. She wasn’t well liked at the club, but she was adored. She was breathtaking after all. She wasn’t a year over thirty and had the body of a well toned college student. Her long tan body was perfect with high mouthwatering breasts, a narrow waist and a delectable rump. Her face was model perfect with a straight nose, alluring blue eyes and a pouty little mouth. Blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders from beneath her pink visor. Only a thin sleeveless white golf shirt, short pink skirt and her golf spikes and socks kept her modestly dressed.
“I said, what are you doing?” Angelina apparently repeated herself impudently.
“Teeing off, what does it look like?” Jim replied with irritation. “Didn’t you see me driving, you made me hook-“
“Whatever, listen…Jack isn’t it…I have the 10 o’clock tee off slot” she announced arrogantly.
“It’s Jim actually and what did you say? You have the 10 o’clock tee off?”
“That’s right”
“I don’t think so, I always have the ten o’clock, and I have it because I sign up a month in advance.”
It was a fine Augusta morning and the fairways looked breathtaking. Jim took a moment to suck it all in. He loved playing golf. It was his one passion. Sure his handicap hadn’t improved in years, but he was still one of his clubs best and he was fine with where he was. He didn’t play to be the best. He played for pure love of the game.
He was just readying to tee off when someone yelled into his backswing forcing him to hook his drive severely. The golf ball landed in the woods fifty yards to his right. Turning in irritation he was ready to pop the dumb bloke who had done that. He paused though when he saw who it was.
It was Angelina March. The best female golfer in the club and its newest member. She was wealthy from inherited and married money and used her free time it seemed to golf and grind her opponents into the dirt. She wasn’t well liked at the club, but she was adored. She was breathtaking after all. She wasn’t a year over thirty and had the body of a well toned college student. Her long tan body was perfect with high mouthwatering breasts, a narrow waist and a delectable rump. Her face was model perfect with a straight nose, alluring blue eyes and a pouty little mouth. Blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders from beneath her pink visor. Only a thin sleeveless white golf shirt, short pink skirt and her golf spikes and socks kept her modestly dressed.
“I said, what are you doing?” Angelina apparently repeated herself impudently.
“Teeing off, what does it look like?” Jim replied with irritation. “Didn’t you see me driving, you made me hook-“
“Whatever, listen…Jack isn’t it…I have the 10 o’clock tee off slot” she announced arrogantly.
“It’s Jim actually and what did you say? You have the 10 o’clock tee off?”
“That’s right”
“I don’t think so, I always have the ten o’clock, and I have it because I sign up a month in advance.”
Monday, December 16, 2013
Story: My Father's Ward
MY FATHER'S WARD
By Tcheser
Emily was one of the loveliest women I had ever met. She was poised, intelligent, I and stunningly beautiful. She had long, curly, chestnut hair, and a lovely face with elegant bone structure and full red lips. Her long, slender body was perfection from her silky smooth legs to her supple perky breasts to the long red nails she had professionally manicured.
All of this made her absolutely unbearable though. She was my late father’s ward and practically my sister. I could never have her the way I wanted her. It hurt me deeply. My passion for her grew first into despair and then eventually into full blown hatred. Finally I could take it no more.
I cornered her one morning in the hallway. She was wearing an expensive designer dress that was somewhat low cut and sleeveless with a short matching jacket, sexily patterned stockings and open toed sling backs. Her earrings, necklace, tennis bracelet and matching anklet all sparkled with diamonds.
I told her I was in love with her and that she was the most beautiful women I have ever seen. Before she could respond I continued and told her how I was in no position to court her and furthermore under these circumstances I could no longer behold her beauty. Wipe off your makeup I demanded and let me see the real you. She used my handkerchief and wiped off her lipstick and rouge. I can’t remove it properly she protested as the makeup smeared across her face.
By Tcheser
Emily was one of the loveliest women I had ever met. She was poised, intelligent, I and stunningly beautiful. She had long, curly, chestnut hair, and a lovely face with elegant bone structure and full red lips. Her long, slender body was perfection from her silky smooth legs to her supple perky breasts to the long red nails she had professionally manicured.
All of this made her absolutely unbearable though. She was my late father’s ward and practically my sister. I could never have her the way I wanted her. It hurt me deeply. My passion for her grew first into despair and then eventually into full blown hatred. Finally I could take it no more.
I cornered her one morning in the hallway. She was wearing an expensive designer dress that was somewhat low cut and sleeveless with a short matching jacket, sexily patterned stockings and open toed sling backs. Her earrings, necklace, tennis bracelet and matching anklet all sparkled with diamonds.
I told her I was in love with her and that she was the most beautiful women I have ever seen. Before she could respond I continued and told her how I was in no position to court her and furthermore under these circumstances I could no longer behold her beauty. Wipe off your makeup I demanded and let me see the real you. She used my handkerchief and wiped off her lipstick and rouge. I can’t remove it properly she protested as the makeup smeared across her face.
Monday, December 9, 2013
Story: The New Sofia
THE NEW SOFIA
By Tcheser
Sofia couldn’t believe she was moving back home at the age of 26, but she was. It was absolutely necessary and she wouldn’t be doing it if she wasn’t desperate. After she broke up with her boyfriend of 6 years a few months back she also quit her job. The two had worked together. She wouldn’t admit it, but she worked for him and it had only really been because of her generosity that she had risen as fast as she had in the corporation. It was no surprise that she couldn’t find a similar position anywhere else.
Depressed she didn’t work for several months and ran through her savings rapidly. She had never been much of a saver and lived well beyond her means. After three months she was totally broke and her credit cards were maxed out. She had no choice but to reach out to her grandmother for help. She asked for a loan, but her old grandmother didn’t think that was wise. If she were to help out Sofia it would be on her terms. Shamed but without any other options Sofia agreed.
The first stipulation her grandmother had was that she move in with her to cut expenses. Sofia had to give up her luxury apartment and she did it but not without a few tears. Next to go was her leased Jaguar. It was too expensive and required too much upkeep. If she needed to go somewhere her grandmother would arrange something or she could take the bus. This hurt Sofia a lot but she did it. Then without much more then her toiletries and her clothes she moved into her grandmother’s old stately home. She didn’t know how things could get any worse. Soon she found out though.
By Tcheser
Sofia couldn’t believe she was moving back home at the age of 26, but she was. It was absolutely necessary and she wouldn’t be doing it if she wasn’t desperate. After she broke up with her boyfriend of 6 years a few months back she also quit her job. The two had worked together. She wouldn’t admit it, but she worked for him and it had only really been because of her generosity that she had risen as fast as she had in the corporation. It was no surprise that she couldn’t find a similar position anywhere else.
Depressed she didn’t work for several months and ran through her savings rapidly. She had never been much of a saver and lived well beyond her means. After three months she was totally broke and her credit cards were maxed out. She had no choice but to reach out to her grandmother for help. She asked for a loan, but her old grandmother didn’t think that was wise. If she were to help out Sofia it would be on her terms. Shamed but without any other options Sofia agreed.
The first stipulation her grandmother had was that she move in with her to cut expenses. Sofia had to give up her luxury apartment and she did it but not without a few tears. Next to go was her leased Jaguar. It was too expensive and required too much upkeep. If she needed to go somewhere her grandmother would arrange something or she could take the bus. This hurt Sofia a lot but she did it. Then without much more then her toiletries and her clothes she moved into her grandmother’s old stately home. She didn’t know how things could get any worse. Soon she found out though.
Monday, December 2, 2013
Story: Perfection
PERFECTION
By Tcheser
Marcy was beautiful. Everyone always told her so. A beautiful face, gorgeous shimmering blonde hair she wore long and loose, a perfect figure with gravity defying breasts and long sexy legs. She felt she wasn’t however… perfect. Ever since she reached puberty she had been cursed with troublesome skin. Not acne really, but she had more than her fair share of breakouts she thought. She had tried all the over the counter creams and ointments, seen a dermatologists and even tried a number of special skin care products out of magazines and off Television. None had worked to her satisfaction though and this annoyed her to no end.
Having tried everything else only one possible solution remained. There was a special clinic near Marcy that was doing testing on a new drug that was supposed to clear up problematic skin like her own. This would be a rather drastic move, but her senior year of high school was approaching and she wanted it to be perfect. So she decided to go for it. Daddy would pay whatever they wanted after all and nothing she thought could be any worse than another year with a less than flawless complexion
When she arrived at the clinic she was quickly seen by one of the scientists there. His name was Dr. Hyde, which Marcy thought was too funny. He instantly recognized her skin problems and sympathized. He however told her she had a rather mild case and perhaps the treatments they offered at the clinic weren’t for her. There could be side effects after all and when one had such a mild condition, such as Marcy had, it was sometimes best to just leave it alone.
By Tcheser
Marcy was beautiful. Everyone always told her so. A beautiful face, gorgeous shimmering blonde hair she wore long and loose, a perfect figure with gravity defying breasts and long sexy legs. She felt she wasn’t however… perfect. Ever since she reached puberty she had been cursed with troublesome skin. Not acne really, but she had more than her fair share of breakouts she thought. She had tried all the over the counter creams and ointments, seen a dermatologists and even tried a number of special skin care products out of magazines and off Television. None had worked to her satisfaction though and this annoyed her to no end.
Having tried everything else only one possible solution remained. There was a special clinic near Marcy that was doing testing on a new drug that was supposed to clear up problematic skin like her own. This would be a rather drastic move, but her senior year of high school was approaching and she wanted it to be perfect. So she decided to go for it. Daddy would pay whatever they wanted after all and nothing she thought could be any worse than another year with a less than flawless complexion
When she arrived at the clinic she was quickly seen by one of the scientists there. His name was Dr. Hyde, which Marcy thought was too funny. He instantly recognized her skin problems and sympathized. He however told her she had a rather mild case and perhaps the treatments they offered at the clinic weren’t for her. There could be side effects after all and when one had such a mild condition, such as Marcy had, it was sometimes best to just leave it alone.
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